Ace
"God, what the fuck was I thinking last night?" I question myself, rubbing my hands over my face as I sit on the side of the bathtub.
Constance is still fast asleep, snoring away on the bed to what I assume to be good dreams.
I know she probably doesn't do it purposefully, or maybe she does, but it always feels like she's trying to tease me, push me to my limits, and see how far we can go before I break.
But why did I have to let last night happen?
I feel like I'm taking advantage of her like she doesn't know what she's doing, what she's asking for.
I was so fucking stupid, we haven't gone over this, I wasn't even planning on this happening so soon.
A soft knocking on the door wakes me out of my daze.
"M gots use bafoom pease!" I hear Constance quietly cry out from behind the door. I rush to get up and let her in so she doesn't have an accident - especially because I was hogging the bathroom. The click of the door unlocking signals to her that I'm opening the door and she rushes in.
"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to lock myself in," I apologize to her. She looks up at me, her eyes wide in uncertainty, as she passes me quickly to get to the bathroom.
"Is otay," She mumbles, pulling down her panties, slightly struggling, and uses the bathroom. Her head slightly tilts as she's still very tired. Guilt spreads through my chest, she seems so down. Is it because of last night?
"Would you like to take a bath?" I ask her, hoping to make her feel a little better. She silently nods with her eyes closed, almost falling asleep on the toilet.
I turn around and make my way to the bath, quickly turning on the water to fill it up, but taking a moment to make sure it's the right temperature. I plug it up and pour some bubble soap in, watching as pink bubbles build in the tub.
Looking over, I watch as Constance slightly nods off on the toilet while she waits for the bath to fill. It doesn't take too long, though.
"Constance, baby, come on. We gotta get you in the bath, okay?" I softly shake her awake, holding her up so that she doesn't fall over. She looks up at me sleepily and I smile, she's so adorable.
Seeing her look so cute just makes me happy inside, glad I'm able to see her like this.
Just seeing her look so adorable, and innocent - makes me feel so bad inside. I could've ruined this, could've pretty much just tossed it in the trash and said goodbye.
I gently pick her up, lifting her so I can lay her in the bathtub. She takes it softly, then leans up a little bit to mess with the bubbles.
I let her play for a little while as I sit on the toilet, thinking as I stare at the door.
To be honest, I'm panicking. Her father just threatened the safety of being out of his hold and then I took her home and punished her, physically and sexually. Maybe if it was later on in whatever relationship we have now then it would've been... I mean, I wouldn't feel this way. I don't want her to feel like I'm using her, I would never want her to feel like that.
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Constance
"Mmm," I quietly hum to myself. The water is reeeaallllyyy warm hehe.
Ace sits on the closed toilet seat and I look over at him excitedly. I want him to see the bubbles too! They're so pretty!
"Hey! Hey!" I giggle happily.
"Yes, baby?" He asks, distractedly looking at the door before looking over to me.
"Bables! Lookies!" I hold up a handful of bubbles and let them fall. They're nice and pink and soft!
"Is that right? They're very nice, aren't they?" He asks, looking over curiously and he smiles softly at the sight.
"Mhms!" I giggle, flapping around in the bubbles.
"Let's wash you up, okay?" Ace tells me, standing up from the toilet and then getting on his knees in front of the tub with the soap.
"Otay," I mumble, letting him scrub the shampoo into my hair and making sure it's covered and washed all the way. His hands and touch are nice, warm, and comfortable. Everything about him makes me feel safe.
As he continues to wash me and rinse with a cup, I start to think more. I'm fighting my mind to stay in whatever headspace this is, but I'm thinking about everything that's happened.
My dad bought off (or possibly threatened) an arms man of Ace's, busted in, and tried to kill Ace and take me away. That would mean Ace's empire would suffer, and he would have more power; not to mention, he would have me and I'd have to get married off.
And even then, last night...
I don't regret it, I really don't - honestly, I really liked it. But I don't want him to feel uncomfortable around me.
He was hiding in the bathroom for fucks sake.
Hiding... from me. The door was locked and I couldn't get in.
A from etches itself on my face and I look down as I realize that Ace is drying me off. Somehow, I'm already out of the bath and clean.
I look up at him and see that he's also frowning, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his teeth are clenched.
He's drying me off from a distance, standing as far away as he can while being able to reach me.
I bite my lip and grab the towel, pulling it around me and burrowing in it.
"Um, I can do it this time, thank you, though.." I mumble, looking down at his feet.
"Okay," He mumbled back. I look up at his face, expecting him to look relieved, but I swear I see hurt flash across his face - but it quickly disappears and replaces itself with deep grey pits.
He slowly makes his way out of the room, leaving the door open to come back with a bag of clothes and sets them down on the counter.
He leaves again, quietly closing the door behind him.
Sitting down on the toilet seat, I try to sort through my thoughts.
He has to be uncomfortable around me now, I probably pressured him and now he doesn't like me anymore. I practically forced myself on him and what if he didn't even like half the shit I did?
I sigh and rub my face gently, stretching my eyes out.
Looking over to the bag, I decide I need a night out. I'm sure there's an outfit in there that would suit the occasion. I shuffle through the bag quickly, determined to find something to make myself feel better about the day.
It doesn't take me long, the color catching my eye through the corners of other clothing, but I find the perfect dress. It's a purple, flowy dress that ends mid-thigh; there's mesh from the neckline to my belly button, following a V-like pattern, and it's sleeveless. I know I have the perfect shoes, they're white with cross stripes, like X's, up until my knees.
Grabbing my makeup bag, I do a cute purple-to-white glittery eyeshadow with sharp eyeliner. After I finish up and pack my things back into the bag, I open the bathroom door and step out.
Only to see that Ace, the person I wanted to run into, has instead been replaced with Noah. He stands there with a smile, happy to see me.
"Hey girly," He says, but quickly notices my frown. He walks over to me, pulling at my cheeks. "Hey, what's up with this? What is this thing on your face? Your lips are all weird and shit, going downwards. Like somethings wrong."
"It's... uhm, a long story," I mumble and back away from him, not really feeling it. "Why are you here? Where's Ace?"
"Rude," He says sassily, obviously joking. "He had to go somewhere, didn't really tell me much, just told me to watch you and make sure you're okay. Why? Didn't he say something to you?"
I stay silent, choosing not to respond instead of saying the obvious truth. His lips press together in a line as he slightly nods, understanding washing over his face.
"Do you wanna go out?" I ask him, looking at him with a raised eyebrow - trying to at least tap into my sassiness. It makes him crack a smile before it washes away.
"Miss, I believe you're not allowed to ask me out on a date, I'm your bodyguard," He says semi-seriously, his face painted with an entertained, toothy grin. "But is that why you're all dressed up?"
"A little bit, yeah," I grin. "I was going to talk Ace into it. So? Are you up for it? We got time."
Noah puts his hand over his mouth as he thinks, but quickly breaks out in a grin and makes up his mind. "Hell yeah! But you can't tell Ace, under any circumstance, he'll have my balls on a stick."
"Sure," I smile, slightly chuckling.
"Let me shine myself up," He grins, disappearing into the bathroom. He's in there for a while, clattering around and making noise as he gets club-ready.
Soon enough, the door creaks open and he steps out, gay confidence oozing off of him.
I don't know where he had the clothes hidden, but he steps out in a suit that has purple glitter-like coverage over it and some mascara on.
"I look good?" He questions, doing a little twirl in his suit. I smile as he does this, it reminds me of what I used to do with my Aunt - trying on clothes and shopping, figuring out what looked the best on us.
"Oh yeah, you're going to get all the boys tonight," I giggle, bumping his shoulder jokingly.
"Awh, thank you," He giggles, bumping me back. "So what club do you want to go to tonight?"
"Astral, I saw some ads for it on the TV the other day ago, can you look up the directions?" I ask him, hoping that we'll be able to go without any problems.
"Fuck yeah!" He sings and cheers. "Let's go, girl!"